"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you."
You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all.
Before things got bad; and, before things got good.
Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
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"You're finally awake, Y/N," Todoroki hummed at you by your side of the bed after he noticed your eyes had finally parted for the first time in two days, "I thought that time would never come..."
"Sh-Shouto? Where...am I?"
"The hospital in centre Hosu. They've been particularly busy, after the incident with the Hero Killer, but they managed to fit you in, under your circumstances," he trails off, digging his nails into his kneecaps, "Two days ago, we had our test. You were pulled from the rubble in critical condition, but I don't expect you to remember that..."
He's talking so quietly.
So sadly.
"Is...anyone else here?"
"For the moment, just myself," he says, looking up at you for the first time, "Not too long ago, Midoriya and Uraraka paid you a quick visit. They both shed many tears, after what happened."
Twitching to him, you fold your brows, "Cried? What for?"
"For you..." he claims quickly, he was clearly about to bewail a deep sob, "They cried for you, they were both so distressed after watching you take that tumble in the test. After seeing you suffer to dearly."
You look down, "They cared?"
"Of course they care for you, we all do," he holds out a glass of water for you to take, "Here. But, for some reason, you're blinded to it, and don't see it for what it is."
You deny the water, "It's because I don't know what that looks like. It's stupid."
"I see what you're trying—"
"I've never been loved, seen love, felt love or known love. It's such a foreign concept, I don't think I'll ever come to terms with it," you choke while fluffing your pillow, "I've heard it's great, though."
"I could..." you hear him trail off on a jittery sentence, trapped by agitated fluster, and obviously uncomfortable with himself, "I could...show you?"
Instantaneously, the door to your room opens, and in steps Bakugou.
You smile, there he is, like always.
He's like a leech.
"You're...awake?" he says, shocked, "Good. Then I don't have to hang around, we can get the fuck out of this shit-hole."
A spikey fuckin' leech.
"We can't vacate until the doctors 'okay' her wounds and announce her fit to exit."
"Don't you think I know that already? Icy-hot bastard." He snaps back, and walks over to your bed, "Anyway, the stupid doctors said some sugar will be good for you when you wake up, so I got you this shit, or whatever."
